Marco Bloodline Novels & Stories

"The First Blood is not a gift. It is a curse. A chain that binds you to an endless cycle of sacrifice and loss. Every Marsh who has ever borne the title has died in agony, has watched everyone they loved wither and fade, has stood alone at the end of all things with nothing but power and emptiness. Is that what you want? Is that what you would condemn her to?" "I don't care about the title," Marcus snarled, pushing back with every ounce of strength he possessed, feeling the ancient power of his bloodline surge through his muscles like liquid lightning. "I don't care about the destiny or the prophecy or any of your ancient games. I care about her. And I will tear this world apart before I le

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.

My house was still burning and I came out from its depth, stood there for a moment in dark, watching it burn to the ground the one mighty Jonas villa was now burning to ashes, who might have wondered if this could be the way for the tragic end of the Jonas Dynasty. When I was looking at my burning house I could hear the voices of celebration from the house next door, it was all sort of happy screams of congratulation, it was the Forbes, celebrating the death and defeat of my family but they were unaware the eldest son of the dynasty was still alive and he would not rest until he make all those people pay their debts who are responsible for his family’s death and in that moment I decided tha

"I spent sixteen years desperate for your approval, trying to force my wolf to match your apex dominance so you would look at me with pride. I hated you because I thought my lack of strength was a personal defect. But the whole time... my blood was simply matching the loyal frequency of a Beta." Marcus's jaw clenched so hard the muscles in his neck looked like iron cables. The revelation of the switched bloodlines was a bleeding wound inside his chest. He looked at Devon's face, seeing the exact curve of the cheekbones and the dominant stance he had shared with Thomas for forty years. The boy wasn't his son, but he carried the living reflection of the most loyal friend Marcus had ever lost.

I carry the Godfather's bloodline. The air froze instantly. Marco's face turned a violent shade of red. The hand gripping Mia's backside tightened suddenly. She let out a muffled cry of pain but did not dare struggle. "What did you say?" The words squeezed out between Marco's teeth. His eyes locked onto my flat stomach, as if fire might erupt from them at any moment. The next second, his thick hand wrapped around my throat. "You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather."

This time, i didn't wait for him to finish speaking, "If you go find her now, then we are done." My slightly voice was firm and decisive. Although I like him as my mate and am happy to marry him, it doesn't mean that he can ignore our wedding.. Respect for others cannot be subordinated to love or mate bond. "When I return, we can discuss all topics." "No need for that." I gulped and then continued, "I Selena Habsburg, the offspring of the Habsburg lineage of the Shadow pack, hereby reject..." Before I could finish my statement, William glanced at me with an icy eyes.

Mom asked. He took a few steps in and said, "ma'am, master Leonardo wishes to speak with you at his study room!! Please come fast". ( Anderson left after informing mom). She turns her eyes back and signed her way out to meet her new boss, leaving me behind in the room and thankfully she didn't say, I shouldn't explore the mansion, I've got to do some sightseeing. ( Smiles and leaves also). NEXT CHAPTER LOADING---------- ( BLOODLINE, stolen at birth)

Marco's voice boomed, "was a viper we warmed in our own home. He conspired with his mistress, Ava Russo, to poison and murder my father, the Don, Alessandro Moretti." Robin struggled, but he was pinned down even tighter. "This is a betrayal of blood!" Marco's voice rose. "A sin that cannot be forgiven! By the century-old laws of the Moretti family," his gaze swept the room, finally settling on him, "the blood of a traitor must wash away the family's shame! As of this moment, Robin Gallo is nothing. His name, his wealth, his status—all are forfeit. He belongs to the family's enforcers now."

They knew better than to speak when Marcus was in his no-nonsense mode. “Sit,” Marcus instructed, gesturing to the table. He waited until everyone was seated before he continued. “I’ve been reaching out to some of the elders and those with connections to neighboring packs. Most of them don’t know anything about this man, but a few remembered whispers of a bloodline long thought to be extinct. Your bloodline, Nicola.” Her stomach tightened at his words. “What did they say?” “That your lineage is tied to a unique gift - one that makes you valuable to allies and a target to enemies. This man, whoever he is, may be tied to your family. He may even have answers about your father’s past. But we ca

“And you're very terrible at it.” “Then stop asking.” He chuckled and stood, walking slowly around the desk like a wolf circling prey. “Marco… did you think you could avoid your destiny forever?” There it was, the dramatic father-son speech I didn’t ask for. I crossed my arms. “I wasn’t aware I had one.” “Oh, you do,” he said, stopping right in front of me. “And people will kill for it.” I folded my arms in annoyance. “What destiny?” He tapped my chest with one finger, raising his glass to me. “Your bloodline.”